Hi this is my first fan fiction that I'm posting so be as brutal as you can possibly be.
Just kidding. Don't hate me if you don't like it ok. Well this story takes place a long,
long time ago but not in the silver millennium.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, but I love it so much, and my life is just like hers
except having a little brother and failing classed, and having someone as hot as Darien is,
being a crybaby, and fighting negaverse creeps, and of course being a princess from the moon.
But the rest is so like me. The klutz and the rest is all me.

Well enough about this boring old stuff. Here's my very first story for the masses to read.

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I'll Love You Forever

1842

Today was a very special day. It was June 30, and the day that a very beautiful serene
child was brought into the world. As her parents held her in their arms their hearts overflowed
with love, pride and joy.

"What should we name her, darling?" Catherine, Lady Harrison, Countess of Bellmore, to her
husband Phillip. (AN: I'm not good with names, it took me 20 minutes to come up with Catherine)

"I don't know. Maybe we should name her after mother." He replied.

"I refuse to name my child after that woman. She doesn't even like me."

"Well then why don' t we name her after my grandmother?"

"Serenity?" Catherine thought for a minute, "It's a bit old fashioned, but I love it.
Serenity Hope Harrison."

"Why Hope, love?"

"Because I just hope that she turns out to be more like you grandmother than your
mother."

Phillip just laughed and kissed his wife and daughter on the forehead, then left to let
them rest.

As Serenity grew everyone loved her dearly, even though she got into more trouble than
the older brother, and refused to wear a dress. She was always off catching frogs, riding horses,
or practicing her fencing whenever she could. At the age of three she started her fencing
lessons, at her fathers request, and by the age of six she possessed a skill in the art like no
one before her.

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"Endymion...Endymion...Oh where is that boy?" Lady Camilla, the Duchess of Rosenheart
exclzimed.

"I'll be right there mother!" a nine year old Endymion yelled from his room.

About ten minutes later the black haird blue eved boy emerged in the recieving room.

"There you are, Endymion." His mother said as she embraced him. " Now hurry or we're going
to be late. and you know how i can't stand tardiness."

"Yes mother."

About ten minutes later they were off, on their was to visit her best friend Lady
Catherine Harrison.